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Ana and her Father, Part VI

Ana felt sick and lost as the door closed firmly behind her.  She wanted 
nothing more than to just walk away and never come back.  She knew this 
to be a futile wish, however.  Even if she ran away, her father would 
find her and have her returned to him.  Hot tears came to her eyes as 
she realized she was as trapped as an animal in a cage.  She really was 
nothing more than a toy for her father.  If he desired her to go to 
school, she would.  If he desired her to stay home, she would.  She had 
no free will anymore.  She'd thought of calling the social workers back, 
but they hadn't wanted anything to do with her in the first place, and 
besides, her father would simply contradict anything she might tell 
them.

The dildo inside her suddenly made its presence known by sliding ever so 
slightly out of her vagina.  She was still wet from Paul's 
manipulations, and the action of walking was forcing it out of her.  Ana 
grit her teeth and squeezed her cunt muscles tightly, although the 
motion cost her a bit of mobility.  She wished she could just slide it 
out of her, right now when nobody was looking, but she had no purse or 
bag to carry it in, and her father would beat her severely if she came 
home without it.

Ana continued on the rest of the fifteen-minute walk to the schoolyard, 
stopping every few feet to wriggle her hips, forcing the dildo back 
inside her, and also to pull the hem of her skirt down again.  When she 
walked, the skirt rode up until the curve of her buttocks was visible.  
As she approached the school, she realized that she was the object of 
much attention.

Every eye on the grounds was focused on this vision walking towards 
them.  Her long straight hair, her curvaceous body displayed so well by 
her tight clothing, her fine lovely legs, supported by three-inch 
heels..  the boys were gaping and the girls were narrowing their eyes.  
Ana blushed bright red and wished desperately that she were somewhere 
else.

"You must be Ana Jameson."

Ana hadn't noticed the tall man striding purposefully toward her until 
he was standing right next to her.  He took hold of her elbow and began 
marching her towards the school.

"Young lady, this ..  outfit..  is highly inappropriate, and you are 
quite in violation of our dress code.  I'm the principal of this school.  
You may address me as Mr. Taylor.  Come on, to the office with you."

Ana had trouble keeping up with his long strides, especially with the 
dildo threatening to slide out of her at any moment.  She was horrified 
with embarrassment, being dragged through the hallways of the school in 
front of dozens of gaping students, her breasts bouncing under her tight 
blouse with the effort to keep up, and her skirt riding high on her ass.

Finally they reached Mr. Taylor's office.  He shoved Ana into it ahead 
of him, and locked the door behind him once they had both entered.  Ana 
blinked upon seeing the interior.  It was more like a top executive's 
office than a high school principal's.  The rug was richly carpeted, 
there were couches and an enormous desk, and it seemed as large as a 
football field.  Ana didn't have much time to notice the niceties of Mr. 
Taylor's office, however.  Her eye had just come to rest on an odd piece 
of furniture in the middle of the room, resembling a sawhorse, but with 
a wide, padded crosspiece instead of the usual 2x4.  Before she had time 
to wonder what it could be for, Mr. Taylor had grabbed her firmly by the 
elbow and frog-marched her over to it.

He shoved her forward, causing her to fall against the piece of 
furniture, and rapidly tied her hands and feet to the four legs of the 
thing.  Ana was now bent completely in two, her head at the level of her 
feet, gasping for air.  Mr. Taylor yanked the dildo out of her abruptly, 
causing her to yelp.

"Well, Ana, I'm sure you didn't think your father was sending you here 
for actual schooling."

The principal smiled as Ana glared up at him.

"Yes, actually I did.  And believe me, I'm going to tell him all about 
this when he--"

Ana shrieked as her principal's belt cracked down across her back, 
leaving a reddish welt.

"Ana, darling.  Don't be dense.  You're a bright girl, I'm sure."

CRACK!

"I'm an associate of your father's.  He knows all about my plans for 
you."

CRACK!

With each additional lash from the belt, Ana shrieked and twisted, 
trying in vain to escape the horrific pain being inflicted on her back 
and bottom.  It was no good; her bonds were too tight.

"I provide certain favors for him in the business world.  In return, he 
provides certain favors for me of a ... somewhat different nature."

CRACK!

"Understand, Ana?"

Ana refused to answer, tears of pain dripping down her cheeks.  She 
wanted badly to be able to cover her bruised and welted bottom with her 
hands, but they were strapped down far too well.  

CRACK!
CRACK!

"I can't hear you, Ana.  You're his property, but during school hours, 
you're my toy.  Say it."

CRACK!

"Say it, Ana."

Ana was shaking her head furiously, clinging desperately to her dignity.  
She would not admit to being this monster's plaything.  She couldn't 
believe her father, perverse as he was, would want her to.  Mr. Sadist 
Taylor could whip her until she fainted.  She wouldn't tell him what he 
wanted to hear.

"I've got all afternoon, Ana."

CRACK!

Ana's welts were beginning to deepen into a reddish-purple.  Charles 
admired his handiwork.  He was careful not to beat her too many times in 
the same spot, this early in the day.  He wanted her entire backside, 
including her thighs and calves, to turn the same shade of purplish red 
by the end of the day.  She'd get a few breaks, of course.  He didn't 
want her to pass out from the pain.  That would ruin his fun.

CRACK!

"Who's my toy, Ana?  Tell me."

CRACK!

Ana whipped her head back and forth as a high-pitched wail came from her 
throat.  The pain was unbearable; she was jerking and twisting in her 
bondage as much as the ropes would allow.  It wasn't enough to afford 
her any relief.  

CRACK!

She heard Mr. Taylor press his intercom button.  Before she realized 
that she had a chance to cry for help, he'd already given his message to 
his secretary to "hold my calls for the rest of the afternoon, please."  
Ana slumped in defeated frustration.  

Mr. Taylor smiled at her brightly.

"Let's see if I can make your breasts match your backside, shall we, 
Ana?"

Ana screamed and the whipping continued.

--

An hour later, Mr. Taylor decided to give Ana a rest.  He laid down his 
belt and knelt on one knee next to Ana, gazing into her tear-streaked 
face.  He brushed her matted hair away from her eyes, stroking it a 
little.

"Ready for a break, Ana?"

Ana still refused to answer any of his questions, but he thought he 
detected a glimmer of hope in her eyes.  He stood and took something 
from his desk.

"This kind of candle is called a 'taper candle', Ana.  I rather like 
them."

She stared at her principal dully, not knowing what he meant to do with 
the candle in his hand and too weak to struggle anymore.  Charles Taylor 
lit the taper and smiled sadistically at Ana.

"Don't worry, slut.  I'm just adding a little more color to my artwork."

Ana felt a drop of hot wax hit her back.  Her eyes widened and her 
exhausted body jerked away from the pain.  

"I'm going to cover every welt with wax, Ana.  You'll be so lovely."

Ana finally found her voice.

"NOOOOO!"

As each welt was fully covered with the wax, he'd move on to the next, 
allowing the first to harden on her back.  

Ana was shrieking wildly, the bright stinging pain from her back nearly 
unbearable.

"PLEASE please I'll tell you anything anything I'll say it ok, I'm your 
toy, I'm your TOY, PLEASE it HURTS, don't you hear me, I said I'm your 
toy, you're KILLING me, stop it please!"

Charles murmured distractedly, "It's a little late now, Ana.  I'm in the 
middle of coloring in your back.  It's quite lovely.. too bad you can't 
see it."

For the next half hour, Charles continued his slow, careful dripping.  
Each of Ana's welts, from her calves to her neck, was completely covered 
in candle wax.  Ana herself was sobbing, her throat worn raw from 
screaming.

The principal stood back to admire his handiwork.  She was beautiful.  
Simply outstanding.  Her full breasts were jiggling with each heave of 
her chest, and her shapely calves were trembling.  Charles gazed upon 
her welted, bruised body for a few moments longer.  He decided that it 
was time to give his neglected erection some attention.

"Oh, Ana..  you're so beautiful.  I wish you could see yourself."

Ana groaned and managed to gasp out, "I hope you die, you sick bastard."

Mr. Taylor only smiled.

"Ana, you'll learn to control your outbursts.  I was contemplating 
allowing you an orgasm today, but now I think it will have to wait.  
Tell me, though -- have you ever been fucked in the ass?"

"No, you son of a bitch."

"Darling Ana, you're just not helping your case any."

Ana heard her principal unzip his pants and step out of them.  She 
groaned miserably.  The pain was diminishing, now that the candlewax had 
dried, but her back still throbbed horribly, and she thought she 
probably needed some kind of disinfectant soon.  She wished Mr. Taylor 
would at least untie her from the sawhorse thing.  She couldn't see 
anything that was going on, tied as she was, so each blow from his belt 
was unexpected.  It made it difficult to breathe, as well, although at 
the moment that was the least of her worries.

"Ohhhhhhh my God, what are you doing?"

Mr. Taylor had knelt and parted her buttocks with his hands.  He was now 
probing around her asshole with his tongue, licking and sucking at the 
soft flesh there.

"Lubricating you, Ana dear.  Don't complain."

Ana groaned.  Mr. Taylor slid one long finger inside her pussy, and 
began to circle his thumb over her clitoris, while he licked slowly at 
her asshole.  Against her will, she began to moan a little as the 
now-familiar frustrating pleasure began to tingle between her legs.

"Your body doesn't seem to think I'm such a sick bastard, Ana."

"I hate you."

"Shh.."

His finger probed and stroked inside her, as he stimulated her clitoris 
more and more.  Ana was unconsciously rocking back and forth on the 
sawhorse in rhythm with his stroking, her groans and sighs becoming 
louder and longer.

"Still hate me, Ana?"

"I... I ha.. hate you... I dooo...  st.. stop it..  god... ohhh god..  
st..stop.. jeeesus.... ohhhhh god..  ohhhhhh...."

Charles withdrew his hand and stood, bracing his hands on Ana's abused 
back.

"Nono don't stop please, don't.."

She broke off as she realized what she was saying and blushed bright 
red.

"Ready, Ana?"

Charles pushed the head of his cock past the tight opening of her 
asshole.  He could feel her trying to push him out, but that only had 
the opposite effect of making it easier for him to push in.  

"God you bastard not there, please just not... OH JESUS IT HURTS!"

Charles, unable to contain himself, rammed the full length of his cock 
into Ana's ass.  Her entire body jerked, and she was trying to kick with 
her legs.  He could feel her thigh muscles straining against him.  It 
was quite nice, really.  

"How do you feel, Ana?"

Ana moaned bitterly, flexing her buttocks in a vain effort to push the 
rude intruder from her asshole.  Charles closed his eyes and savored the 
sensations.  When she wriggled and squirmed like that, it produced 
thrilling vibrations all along his cock.  He sighed and rested his 
weight against her.

"Oh sweet Ana, such fun we'll have together.  Just think, there's three 
hours until the final bell -- today isn't even over yet and already 
you've pleased me so much.  Does that make you happy?"

Ana gasped, Charles' weight and her uncomfortable position making it 
very difficult for her to breathe, much less talk.  She gasped out in a 
choked whisper:

"Please..  I can't breathe..  it hurts oh it hurts..  "

"Having trouble, Ana?  Here, I'll help you."

Charles reached over and grabbed the dildo from his desktop where he'd 
laid it.  He began to work it into Ana's pussy, ignoring her frantic 
gasping pleas.  When it was fully inside her, he wedged its base between 
the crosspiece of the sawhorse and her clit, so that as she wriggled, it 
would rub against her clitoris.  Ana was panting hard now, gasping for 
air as this new assault on her pussy put even more pressure on her chest 
and lungs.

"..can't.. breathe... please..."

"Make me cum, Ana."

Charles had his cock fully inside Ana's stretched anus.  He was resting 
his full weight against her, and was not thrusting.  He merely rocked 
back and forth a little, to torment her even further.

"..please.."

"Make me cum, you little whore.  I'm not going to move.  You have three 
hours."

"..can't... please... let me breathe..."

Charles shifted his weight, resting his body even more firmly on the 
young girl's straining and tormented body.  He felt giddy, knowing that 
he was in complete possession of the lovely young woman, and that her 
struggles and pleas were solely his handiwork.  His cock twitched at the 
thought.

"I'm not even close to cumming, slut.  Work that ass or you'll be late 
going home, and Daddy won't like that much."

".. noooo...oh god.."

Charles grinned and groaned in satisfaction as Ana, even bound as she 
was by her predicament, began to twitch and flex her buttocks.  She had 
a very limited range of movement, and was confined mostly to squirming 
her ass back and forth about half an inch, and flexing her sphincter 
back and forth.  She performed both those tasks on Charles now, his hard 
erection buried inside her reddened ass.

"You're so beautiful, Ana.  That feels so good to me..  does it feel 
good to you?"

Charles giggled a little, and Ana groaned miserably, her legs tiring 
already.  Adding to her discomfort was the fact that her repeated 
grinding against the sawhorse was causing the dildo to become slick and 
slide back and forth within her, rubbing the base against her clit.  
Every time she lost herself in pleasure, sliding against the dildo, 
she'd lose her rhythm with Charles' cock in her ass, and feel him 
deflate a little.  Then she would let out a frustrated sob and begin 
again.

"Getting tired, dear?  Well, I'm not.  I could go for another four, five 
hours at least.  God this feels good..  and I don't even have to do any 
work."

Ana grunted wildly and began wriggling her hips faster, trying 
desperately to increase Charles' pleasure so that he would cum, granting 
her blessed release.  The rapid squirming, of course, only served to 
stimulate her engorged clit even more, causing Ana's eyes to glaze and 
her rubbing to become erratic as she tried desperately to reach orgasm.  
Without the steady rhythm of Ana's ass, Charles' erection deflated once 
again.  

A tear slid down Ana's cheek.  She wanted badly to be released from her 
bonds, and to cum, in that order.  She grit her teeth and made a 
resolution to concentrate harder this time.  And her bucking and 
squirming on Charles' cock began anew.

For his part, Charles was restraining himself from orgasm.  He'd come 
close a few times in the past hour, but each time had held off until Ana 
lost her rhythm.  He smiled.  He could continue this way for hours.  He 
groaned quietly and closed his eyes as she began to wriggle again.  

"Good, Ana.  Holding me off like that.. admirable restraint in one so 
young.  And you must feel so _full_.  Do you, Ana?  Would you like me to 
pull my cock out of your ass?"

Ana nodded her head wildly in frantic assent.

*SMACK*

"Bad girl, Ana.  You must always tell men you love their cocks.  Now I'm 
going to have to punish you even more."

Charles now alternated spanking her right and left buttocks in rhythm 
with her thrusts.  Each ripple of her curvaceous ass sent another thrill 
of pleasure through him.  He decided to continue spanking her until he 
came.  She probably wouldn't be able to sit down for weeks.  

*SMACK*
*SMACK*

"God stop... please..  jesus.."

*SMACK*
*SMACK*

"Faster, Ana..  feels pretty good.  I may cum soon."

*SMACK*
*SMACK*

"You bastard..  jesusjesus I'm gonna cum gonna cum now.. ohh..  NO don't 
get soft!"

*SMACK*
*SMACK*

"I was close that time, Ana..  poor girl, just can't control your 
impulses."

*SMACK*
*SMACK*

"PLEASE!  It hurts!  noo.. stop.. please no not again not again!"

*SMACK*
*SMACK*

"STOP IT!  PLEASE GOD STOP!"

*SMACK*
*SMACK*

"Work my cock, Ana.  Do it, you little slutchild."

*SMACK*
*SMACK*

"I can't .. THINK when.."

*SMACK*
*SMACK*

"..you're hitting me!.. please!"

*SMACK*
*SMACK*

"Look at that beautiful ass, Ana.. so bruised and welted, and you so 
close to cumming but denied, and my god look how your hair is sticking 
to your face, jesus christ Ana, and gasping for air like that, you're 
just a vision of loveliness, and you're MINE, every DAY, and by god I am 
going to use you, little whore child, that body is going to please my 
cock just like it is right now right now oh jesus jesus feels so good 
you little slut, oh ANA, oh MY Ana, oh CHRIST, you fucking SLUT, your 
body is MINE FOREVER!"

As Charles moaned into her heaving back, he finally released his cum 
into her tormented body, spurting jet after jet as his body jerked and 
throbbed in waves of overwhelming ecstasy.  After his cock finished 
spurting, he immediately yanked out her dildo, thus preventing Ana from 
reaching her own orgasm and eliciting a sobbing moan of despair from 
deep within her.  He then laid his weight down on her back and listened 
to her rasping sobs as his heartrate returned to normal.  

After several minutes, Charles finally withdrew his cock from her sweet 
young body, and looked at the vision of loveliness before him.  Ana was 
stretched tautly over the wooden frame, her body coated with a sheen of 
sweat, her hair falling over her face, and her back and ass bruised and 
red with welts.  He noticed rope burns around her ankles and wrists 
where she'd tried desperately to free herself.  

"There's still half an hour before the bell, Ana.  Up for some 
frustration?"

Charles grinned as he knelt behind her and began probing her swollen, 
wet pussy with his tongue.   He began to swirl it lightly around her 
lips, penetrating her hole gingerly every so often.  He then slid his 
tongue slowly up to her protruding clitoris and began to suck at it 
softly and gently.  Ana immediately began to groan and rock her hips 
back and forth as much as she could.

Charles withdrew his tongue, waiting until Ana's hips had ceased to move 
and she was still again.

He began again.  Slow probing around her lips, gentle licking at her 
pussy, and then sucking at her clitoris until she moaned eagerly and 
began to thrust her hips back and forth, moaning and sobbing like an 
animal in heat.

He withdrew his tongue again.

"God no please let me cum I need to cum I NEED it, you don't 
understand.."

"I understand, Ana.  That's what's so beautiful."

He waited until her tormented pleas had subsided, and once again, her 
body was still, trembling only slightly.

Then he began again.  Ana started to cry.





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